my journey

Dad and I made it home Sunday evening.

The long trip back was made so much shorter and lovelier

by the companionship of two dear friends - Sarah and Hannah.

I was so blessed by the time to get to know them even better!

Looking back over the past weekend,

I didn't take many photos, (7 good ones, to be perfectly exact.)

and I didn't take many notes.

I did get to make and meet many, many, friends -
many memories;

and I listened with all of my strength.

I came home feeling very blessed, inspired,

and completely overwhelmed.

Whether attempting to articulate to others, record in

my journal - or even sort in my own mind the many

ways that Love the Church affected me;

I continue to fail.

I came home so strengthened in my walk with the Lord,
and yet so greatly burdened by how far I continue to fall short;
more dependant on His grace then ever before.

This is the mysterious journey of sanctification.
The more I see of the Lord, the more I long to be like Him,
and the more clearly I can see how I'm not.
The further I come,
the further I see I am yet to go.

I'm frustrated in my own weakness today,
but rejoicing in the strength of my God.

(These photos were taken somewhere in the hills of North Carolina.)